The chaos that is spawned from war, <br />Has left our soldiers stained and marred, <br />With crimson hearts of false ardor, <br />Blanketed by a ravenous storm, <br />Of calamity and flaming passion. <br /> <br />The sword is now the diplomat, <br />The poets are irrelevant, <br />And wisdom but an amber mist <br />Shrouded by the amethyst <br />Of warring clans battle cries. <br />(That crack the blood drenched midnight sky) <br /> <br />And as this culture drowns itself, <br />In a sea of blind fury for war, <br />So must we protect ourselves <br />Through the creation of a sacred code <br />That shall be named- Bushido. <br /> <br />A single author, there can’t be, <br />For the pens of wisemen run empty, <br />So we pass this knowledge down to down, <br />Of chivalry and chaste renown, <br />Of honor, knowledge, and sacred zen. <br /> <br />This is a call of arms to good <br />To understand as understood, <br />To know thy self a moral being, <br />To keep peace in the blade you’re wielding, <br />To progress as a river runs, <br />Yet never fear what is to come, <br />This is a Samurai’s unknown ode, <br />That shall be christened -Bushido.<br /><br />Lazarus Knix<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bushido-2/
